Frameworks shatter subtly and silently, the rotten cores of old systems sloughing into the wake of Darkness as It lurches wildly about, clinging desperately to the shadows that for so long have been Its home; the light of conscious awareness blinds a fiendish self-repression born in sadness and carried on in addiction; a brightness burns finally in the deeps. A host of tongues mix within this budding consciousness, its contours expanding, its colors returning, the million facets of a billion firing nodes slowly puzzling out the shape and flavor that which has no shape, no taste, that which must forever remain without name and face and definition. Acceptance and harmony repopulate fields left charred by decades of abuse and discord; a weight is lifted from the soul.